BV1DMKIIn wrote in post #8129556
Here are two shots of my Marky. His name was to be just Mark. He never outgrew the Y of Marky. He's a baby and brat all rolled into one. He's now 10.
For the first time since Feb-98, my home is not graced by the presence of a German Shepherd. My little man above was put to sleep Friday afternoon. Last Saturday he was very weak. We had to leave him with the vet for the weekend, and he came home Monday. He had blood in his abdomen. Something, likely a tumor, was bleeding. He was somewhat himself Monday-Wednesday, but by Thursday I could tell he was weaker and hassling more. I had wondered all week how much more time I had and if the Friday follow-up would be the end. I woke up at 4:00am Friday, and I could tell he was much worse than Thursday. As feared, the follow-up appointment ended up being our final time with him. I feel like I have been slapped in the face, and I am still stuck in a stupor.
It seems like every spot in the house was his spot. I stepped over him every time I got up and walked somewhere. And I couldn't keep my hands off of him. I'll never forget his glaring look when I'd wake him up when I would step over him. I'd bend down and kiss on him, and he'd just melt. He was the sweetest thing and a brat all rolled into one. Of the four GSDs I have had since '98, none had the personality that he did.
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